Mount Macon

Davis was five years older than me . . . antisocial and temperamental. And there was the little fact that he didn't know I existed. Still, I gave him my heart, and he crushed it. So I picked up the pieces and ran away to New York City. I had a plan that would keep my heart intact for years. But one phone call changed everything. Returning home meant facing the past . . . and the man who ruined me. I had hoped that the mountain had swallowed him whole. But, as I set out to help my parents, I discover he's not only alive and well, but that they apparently love the jerk. He has no idea that we have a past, which is both a relief and salt in the wound. I promise myself I'll ignore how his eyes linger on me, or how his touch feels like a live wire, and I'll remember that once upon a time he broke me, and for that, I refuse to fall for him again. But I can't control that he seems to be falling for me this time. Contains mature themes.

This entire thing started because of a faulty tree. Becoming a homeowner is not all it's cracked up to be, let me tell you that right now. Especially in the dead of winter, when apparently trees can just fall in the middle of a suburban neighborhood. Did my next-door neighbor help me remove said tree? No, he did not . . . So, really . . . he left me no choice. I broke into his house. While I only intended to steal a little warmth and maybe a cup of coffee, I fell victim to his jacuzzi tub. But he returned early and that's really when things went south. Instead of a cold glare or icy reply, all of which I fully expected from my disagreeable neighbor. Colson Hanes offered to make me breakfast. Then he asked me to stay . . . Contains mature themes.

Being a nanny for three girls who belong to a grumpy boxing legend was not on my list of plans when I followed my brother to Macon, Oregon. I went from ruling the boardroom to baking cupcakes in the blink of an eye. And aside from a few mishaps and seemingly always upsetting their dad, it oddly fits me better than anything else I've ever done. Until Liam put everything into question. Bossy, broody, and rude, he's twelve years older than me, and a force-an annoyingly overprotective wall of muscle and ink. But behind that perpetual scowl on his face was something deeper... worry and fear that no one saw him carry. I wanted to help him. But Liam Croft doesn't want my help... He just wants me. I gave in to his touch, surrendered to our desire, and handed him my heart. It was reckless and maybe even a little stupid... Because I want to rescue Liam Croft... Even if saving him means losing him. Contains mature themes.